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"Captains, shake hands." Madam Hooch -the Qudditch referee- said.
Hanson quickly shook hands with the Sytherin Captain, a large seventh year named Orion Green. I noticed they both let go quickly as if they were both infected. Madam Hooch blew her whistle and we were off.
I mounted my broom and kicked off as hard as I could. I began to circle the field looking for the tiny Golden Snitch while James's voice pounded against my eardrums.
"Its Malfoy with the Quaffle, brilliant pass to Longbottom, and back again. Oh darn he dropped it. There's Slytherin Chaser Cyle Blaise heading toward the goalposts. BLOCK IT HANSON! YEEESSS! Ten-Zero to Gryffindor!"
I did a loop in the air to celebrate. I noticed that Dad was watching me intently, as if he was remember his days as Gryffindor's Seeker. I couldn't help but wonder what Dad was doing here, but there was no time to waste. James's was now pratically screaming: "Longbottom to Weasley, to Malfoy and back again. COME ON MALFOY... YES! 40-0 to Gryffindor!" "James Potter, if you can't comment in a non biased form-" Professor McGonnagal's voice sounded through the stadium as she was standing next to James in the Commenter's Stand
Then I saw it. The Golden Snitch.
It was hovering around the Slytherin Goalposts, I made sure that the Slytherin Seeker -A fifth year named Daphne Rogers- was watching and raced toward the Gryffindor Goalposts. I kept one eye on the Snitch behind me and made a dive. Daphne followed me and just when I was about to hit the ground, I pulled up in a perfect Wronski Feint manuver. Daphne when hurtling to the ground with a CRASH. There was cheers from the Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws, and boos from the Slytherins.
I passed Dad on the way toward the other goalposts where the Snitch was still handing around. I saw his proud smile turn into terror, as he and Hagrid (and all of the Gryffindor House) began shouting and screaming. I looked around to see a Bluger come hurtling towards me and then....
Everything went black............
"That
idiot. I swear when I the next time I see Smith, I'm going to rip him limb-for-limb." My eyes fluttered open, and I became aware that I was in the Hospital Wing. I looked around, and saw Ron, Sarah, LuLu, Scorpius and Dad were sitting around my bed. "Do you think Hermione is going to be okay?" Sarah asked. "I think so. Well I know so, seeing as I'm alive." I said.
"HERMIONE!" Ron said launching himself from his seat over to me, giving me a rib breaking hug. "Ow! Get off! Of all the people for a twin, I ended up with a clingy overprotective one." I yelped.
"How are you feeling sweetie?" Dad asked handing me a Chocolate Frog. "Okay I guess, but happened and why are you here?" I asked biting into the Chocolate Frog.
"Well, I wanted to see your game, and I'm going to be a guest speaker for the Defense Against the Dark Arts classes this week." I love it when Dad comes to school and speak about the Second Wizarding War, and fighting Lord Voldemort.
"Oh and look at your hand." Dad added. I noticed that my hand was tightly clamped around.... The Snitch!
"Did we win?" I asked? "No, catching the Snitch
never almost guarantees that we win." LuLu said sarcastically. "YES WE WON! Gryffindor is in first place for the Qudditch Cup and the House Cup! Dmitri Smith has been given detention for the rest of his life for that illegal Bluger attack, AND Honeydukes is having a sale next week on the Hogemeade weekend, I could start salsa dancing down the Great Hall and not care one bit!" Sarah squealed amid our roars of laughter.
Stay tuned for when I post about Dad's lesson. Which I'm late for. Bye!
